Centre of the Universe
Jul 28, 2017 · 1 min read
I’m at the centre of the universe,
Blessed with a unique curse,
But really I’m just a speck of sand,
Insignificant — rather bland,
I pour through the hour glass,
Falling without grace or class.
Just a cog in a machine,
Whirling around without a dream,
Manipulate me to your will,
I’d do anything to feel the thrill.
Numb — desperate for feeling.
A need for self-indulgent healing.
Look at me, I’m nothing special,
Just a shell, an empty vessel.
If this is life, then what’s the point?
Always feeling out of joint.
Got to get off, I need to go.
Got to change this steady flow.
Water, please wash over me.
Earth, please just set me free.
Fire, please ignite the coal.
Wind, please release my soul.
